He balanced schoolwork with sleepless nights, video games with baby giggles. I knew it wasn’t easy for him — it wasn’t easy for either of us — but we were figuring it out together. As I watched Zach cradle his daughter one evening, her tiny hand resting against his cheek, I realized that this was only the beginning.
This was the start of a story we hadn’t planned, yet it was one we were writing together, one day at a time. And while the future was uncertain, I knew that with love, determination, and a little help from those around us, we would face whatever came our way.
